From a leased space to another it moves,
The soul perches, pining for mountainous hues,
Dwells in castles and bleeding towns,
Tasting tears and mending frowns.
Apropos it searches not for dunes,
Its eye hurts and braves misfortunes,
It searches for a distant relief,
Knowing that it’s but a mirage and sore belief
Though searching is never a refuge,
The lusty creed towers too huge,
Showing from behind the veil,
But, it always seeks for the grail.
Alas! The dainty soul,
Wouldn’t belong to any pole,
No patch or sky, no south, no mighty north;
Poor soul, shall ever be seeking forth.
Pithy thought... beautifully expressed. Marvellous!! And as if an icing on the cake, the flawless rhyming scheme [though the poems I write don't adhere to it, a fact which you could verify by visiting my blog RAIN :)]. In short- let me aver- without any exaggeration, that your poem stands in a league of its own. BTW, let me confess that I didn't get some of the imageries. Keep writing :)
ReplyDeleteRohith- Thanks for your beautiful comment. I'll remember what you said.
ReplyDeleteThanks again.
Keep writing.
Tc
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after a long time got to read such a beautiful lines, god bless u...
ReplyDelete@ Travelling Rants- Thank you :)
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